first ☀ text;

[augured]

Upon first inspection, I anticipated this to possibly be the result of a whimsical fantasy in the form of a lucid dream, however I do fancy myself a touch more creative, albeit realistic, when it comes to dreaming. Also considering the fact I had not been asleep, but rather with a comrade of mine, that option is quite void at this point

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[toocoolfor]

consider me enticed
my mouth salivating at the mere prospect of reading fucking novels of lavender font
etc fucking etc

cant exactly say that our kidnapper is the brightest bulb in the box
or really the most original
just be thankful you missed swimming around the place with a shell bra
or got to hop about as a fucking pokemon
cause those are things thatve happened so far
and god knows what the hell else well go through
i imagine something worse

also
its no longer johns birthday
and you missed the birthday apocalypse at the beginning of december
but only by a few days so maybe i wont keep this box hostage for another year

in other words
welcome to the manor sis
enjoy your stay
in whatever room youve been given
what room are you in

[augured]

[ And her response is uncharacteristically short. Because it's Dave, it's Dave and she's so thankful; regardless of where they are, where this might be, it's Dave and he's alive and she needs to know that it's really him and not a false pretense of red text and ridiculous stilted sentences. ]

Ninety-six, I will expect you to be prompt in arriving.

[toocoolfor]

[ And it's not a moment after she hits send that there's a knock on the door--Dave barely even spares the name plaque a glance, just hits the Manor's timeline so he can be there in the blink of an eye--because the feeling is mutual.

He's been worried about her since he and John and Jade--who now seems to be gone, and he's not sure how to feel about that still--arrived in the Manor. It's only been a couple weeks, but that doesn't change his concern. It doesn't change the fact that he was trying to keep it out of his response to her, because this is a public damn network and no one needs to know that the coolkid has been worrying over his ectobiological sibling. ]

[augured]

[ And normally, normally, Rose is rather disinclined to the physical aspect of affection among people. (Read: her mother.) However this situation is significantly different than any other (of course it is) and she doesn't entirely know how else to react.

Because when she opens the door and it's clearly Dave, she doesn't think to stop herself when she all but throws herself in his general direction, arms around his neck.

She'll be damned if he brings this up later because for the moment she's too full of relief for it to be ruined by him being an obnoxious twat. ]

[goodboybestshot]

If you are successful in your quest for answers might i ask if youd oblige in sharing?
I would very much like to know the how and whatfor of all of this tomfoolery myself and cant quite grapple with anything that makes even a lick of fucking sense.

[augured]

[ For a moment, as brief as it may be, she considers that it might be Jade. However, the text is too dark of a shade and the writing style is certainly not that of her companion, so it removes any hypothesis that it might be her. ]

A rather unfortunate truth that I have been unsuccessful in acquiring any further information as to our present location or the circumstances which brought us here.

I can only assume you are new as well.

[goodboybestshot]

Blast and bother! Alas it was worth a try. I myself have not been wonderfully successful. Ive gathered that this place is called the manor and not much else.

Bingo! *double pistols and a wink*

[augured]

A manor far from where we are all meant to be, naturally. I do not foresee there being a simple exit from it, and that our captor(s) have little to no regard of our need to return to the time and worlds that we all come from. I am not entirely sure what a conglomerate of people from various places will amount to, though.

My name is Rose Lalonde. And you are? Or shall I refer to you as 'double pistols and a wink'?

text;

[heterosexually]

rose!!!!

text;

[augured]

Hello, John.

Room ninety-six, if you please.

text;

[heterosexually]

oh my god you're here, this is awesome! this is totally-- ninetysix, okay, on my way, wow.

[He actually probably kept typing the entire way over (which wasn't far), until he hesitantly knocked on the door.]

[augured]

[ As much as she would like to admit she didn't bolt for the door, it's something she certainly won't be confessing to any time soon. But she does open it rather hastily, immediately relieved to see him on the other side. ] John.